C136 A flood of fighting

Teacher Liu's words were like a flood that drowned me.

To me, being on a grade was as terrifying as being on a execution ground.

At this moment, I thought of thousands upon thousands of contemptuous eyes and the mocking tone of thousands of others … Tears filled my tender cheeks.

"Oh, actually speaking of that, with our condition, it's better to keep our levels. Think about it, our foundation is not good either, if …" Teacher Liu's words sounded distant and indistinct, but it seemed to be infused with some kind of unknown poison.

"Teacher Liu, can I go back and discuss this with my aunt first …?" I said suddenly.

"Un, that's fine too!" The teacher thought for a moment.

Thus, with my heart filled with lead, with endless confusion and sadness, I dragged my heavy legs as I made my way home.

When we reached the house, the door didn't open, but Auntie Guo next door told me: Grandma is sick, your aunt just went out, maybe she went to see your grandma. At this, tears ran down my face, and my heart was so full of frost that it was even more unpleasant, but at this moment, besides tears, I could only use them to explain everything.

My grandmother has loved me dearly since I was a child. She carried my aunt on her back many times. My aunt's children stuffed delicious food into my pockets … I cried harder at the thought. I didn't know when, but I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me. This voice was getting closer and closer, and it was clearly filled with a kind of warmth that I hadn't heard for a long time. My subconscious mind moved as it told me: It's my aunt.

"Xiao Fan, your aunt is currently looking at needles for your grandmother in the hospital. Come to my house for dinner …"

After I smelled it, I thought about it and wanted to decline, but felt it was inappropriate, so I just nodded in agreement.

In the last few days, I've lied about going to school every day, and I've always snuck into the back mountain alone. I thought I'd done it perfectly, but I don't know what it was that "leaked the secret of heaven" and the paper couldn't contain the fire … I had no choice but to tell my aunt the truth. When my aunt heard this, she didn't throw a tantrum like I expected, but instead said to me in a very loving and calm manner, "Tomorrow I'll go to the school and ask that teacher of yours, and we'll see if we can't stop leveling. If it really doesn't work out, we can talk."

The next day, she did as she was told, but that Teacher Liu, nicknamed "Third Baldy Liu", insisted on what she wanted to say: The school was not open for business, they could leave if they wanted to, they could stay if they wanted to. No matter how much good words I said, there was only one conclusion: "persuade me to drop out of school."

Everyone understood that when all parents put their children in this noble school, they all had a certain amount of expectation. Any teacher would also want their students to be elites, but some teachers were trying their best to get rid of some of these students who were "just in numbers" and "taking advantage of the toilet and not letting the shit out" for their own benefit. As a result, I was able to set up a barrier to clear away the glory of their students.

Thus, no matter how my aunt said it, I didn't give her any hope of survival, so I had no choice but to return empty-handed. Afterwards, she went to find some people who were related to Third Baldy Liu to tell them, but to no avail. In the coming year, he deliberately arranged for some of the weaker students to be sent to another place without any control at all. As a result, some of the weaker students made a small mistake, and I was about to expel all of them. Fortunately, this poor student's cousin was the vice principal of our school, so he came out to "suppress" them in front of our faces.

After several efforts, Liu San Baldy was finally moved by my aunt's sincerity and finally agreed to let me follow Ben.

After this semester, my chemistry results were still not good. After a few days of leisure at home, my father hired someone to buy me a few sheep. After that, I started my career as a sheep farmer and laid them off for a few days.

That night, my aunt and father discussed that it was not a good idea to keep the child in the sheep farm. It would be good for his life to let the child see the outside world. However, for one thing, I don't have a diploma; for another, I don't have any skills; and furthermore, I don't have a high IQ. Although all these years I've been talking about how to manage my family's goods and products in my free time, and so on, the conditions of my family, the helplessness of reality, and so on, have made all my 'thoughts' come up in my head.

In the end, the two sisters decided that it would be better if they could call San Ye and let him try me out as a laborer for a few years. Firstly, it would help me to exercise, and secondly, it would give me some skill.

On the third day, I packed up my luggage, packed the film with my contact address, and left. On the afternoon after that, I, San Ye, was scolded by the head of the contractor.

The reason for this is: my little model is worthy of a charter party, it is simply nonsense.

However, after my Lord San's eloquent speech, he finally agreed to it.

The next day at noon, I had a meal with the contractors here that I named "the world's worst brine noodles," and we officially went to war.

In fact, at first I felt surprisingly well, and even those around me praised my ability to work hard, but after three days of working, things were very different, and I finally experienced a life I had never experienced before.

I officially called it a "disaster."

Recently, the most important task of building a factory was to build a good foundation. Although everyone knew it wouldn't be easy, they were confident that they could prepare for battle.

"Hey, let me tell everyone. You guys better work hard for me, otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless." A seemingly rustic but incomparably robust middle-aged man spoke to everyone with complete pride.

Under the terms of our division of labor, I loaded the cart with sand and poured it myself, a task which in such circumstances would have been preferred. In the beginning, someone tried to establish a relationship with me but was rejected by the contractor, who knew very well that if I did anything else with my physique, it would definitely affect the overall situation.

Unprofessionally, I held a half-finished iron rod in my hand. Looking at the mountainous pile of sand, I suddenly felt a sense of surprise that I had never experienced before.

"Heavens, when did he become the leader …?"

However, in the end, I still had to start from the beginning. Thus, I tried my best to be quick and fierce, suppressing the difficulties with a series of policies. After some hard work, the results were obvious …

After pushing for more than twenty cars, my pale face finally showed signs of fatigue that was hard to get used to. My little face was covered in sweat, and my cheap, white, short-sleeved shirt had long been soaked in it to the point that it made some old grannies feel uncomfortable. I was about to slow down to ease my previous "predicament" when I was stopped by a wolf-like voice: "What are you doing, brat? Look at how many people are waiting for you … "

The source of the voice was not the other way around. It was the place where the head of the contractors had been when we first started, but now that the people had changed, it was a fat one, and this was a thin one, I thought. After which, like an obedient soldier, I filled my car at a rapid pace and charged towards the crusher.

"Let me tell you, a kid like you can't do this. By the way, before you load the car, you have to get rid of all the weeds and things in the sand first. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe …"

At this moment, the skinny old man appeared out of nowhere and said to me in a nearly gentle tone, "I want to go." Just like this, I had to push more than 120 cars before the battle ended …

On the way home, besides feeling tired all over, I felt as if my arms were no longer my own...

The next day, just as I was sleeping soundly, I was suddenly awakened by an explosive voice saying, "Wake up, eat …"

My eyes were blurry, but my mind was abnormally clear. That rare voice was precisely the 'Old Duck', the contractor known as' Loudspeaker '. Thus, I habitually flipped behind me before reluctantly sitting up.

As I dressed, I could clearly see a group of "difficult friends," four or five of them gathered on a concrete slab, talking and laughing as they ate steamed buns and some pickles with relish at the bottom of the bowl. Seeing this, I panicked a little. I rushed to the toilet at a speed of 100 meters. After urinating, I rushed to the kitchen without washing my hands. I grabbed a steamed bun and started eating without saying anything else …

One day I was in the middle of a cart when a car broke my finger, and suddenly blood began to gush out of me like a torrent, but I endured the pain of cutting it off with a dirty plastic bag I had picked up from the ground so that it wouldn't hold me up, and then I went back to the fight.

So I went on for thirteen days, and on the morning of the fourteenth day I summoned up my courage and went to the house of the Baotou Duck without saying a word. Duck started, then asked me why I was there. At this moment, I no longer had any respect for him, so I said, "I want to go home, and I want to quit this job …"

The old duck was very satisfied with this, so he agreed and said sincerely, "Young man, seeing how weak you are, how can you do this kind of work, it's better to do something else."

"Mm …" I nodded my head. Then, with a layer of coldness in my heart, I walked home, never turning back …

The inadequacy of my studies, the incompetence of my work, kept me locked up like an invisible tightrope, making me feel at all times that I was incompetent and useless in life, but still, in the darkness, I seemed to believe that in the future there would be a "rising sun" that really belonged to me.

After a few dull days at home, I was introduced to a factory as a temporary worker. Although the salary was small, I could still save a bit of income. As a result, I felt that my life was full. After being introduced, I met a girl named Yun Yun. This girl was 1.67 meters tall, fair and clean, one year younger than me. She was the only daughter of her parents. I had met a few before, either by accident or by mistake. This time, it was better than I had expected, and what made me even more gratified was that the two of us were in love, and just like that, in the dim light, the two of us stuck together.

We often ate a piece of bread, drank a bottle of mineral water and a drink, held hands and went to various entertainment places.

Just as we were falling in love, there was a wind blowing up the river, and my father and aunt were extremely discontented with it, because they were at odds with each other and feared that we might be the opposite; Yun Yun's parents were against it because the people of the city refused to go to the countryside, so our feelings, under the pressure of helplessness, began to go back and forth in a sawing fashion.

Today, when we were aimlessly walking in the park, Yun Yun's phone suddenly rang. She simply took it out from her pocket, looked at it briefly, and then hung it up.

"Who is this?" I was filled with doubt and apprehension.